Hi, everyone! This is Murdering Star. You may know from the reviews I give. I'd like to say that this is my first fanfic ever so I need criticism. Please tell me if you like what I've done. Enough feedback and I'll make the rest of the fic. Oh, and it's sort of a songfic.

Chapter 1 "California Love"

"She needs to be loved."

Red eyes blinked over a pint of German beer. "Who?"

"California! She needs to be loved, hugged, kissed, l'amore!" The Frenchman paused, "if only this poor girl would speak up for herself…"

"Scheiβe. That sounds like a girl Canada… Maybe I'll pay her a visit."

Spain perked,"Espania hasn't seen his little chica since America took her from me." The Spaniard considered, "She was so small then. I wonder how she looks now."

"Ah! Elle est magnifique! Et elle est trés belle," Francis winked, "but you should see for yourself."

Spain jumped up, "I think I will!" He said, "And I'll bring Roma as well, to help with her love rehabilitation."

"I don't think-"Gilbert and Francis both started, but the former-conquistador was gone.

…

"Well," started the Albino, "Tell the awesome me about this mini-Birdie."

"Ah, well, Big Brother decided to pay Amerique a visit and came upon the beautiful western coast, namely California. I found an interesting character running errands in 60° weather in a sweater. Now, I thought that maybe Matthew might have been forced into getting Alfred's groceries, but non. Upon closer inspection, Big Brother saw that he was a she and-"

"By 'closer inspection' do you mean 'stripped'?" interjected Gilbert.

"Non, non. But she is most definitely a C, maybe a little bigger. Not as big as Ukraine mind you… now on with the story before I was so rudely interrupted. As I was saying, he was a she and she was undeniably one of us…"

"Oh honhon, what do we have here? Has Amerique been hiding things from the world again?"

"Wha-what are you talking about? Qui vous êtes? Quel vous êtes? Je ne sais pas vous. Get your hands out of my sweater!"

At this I gently removed me from her person and answered. She was surprised that someone wanted to visit Alfred. I asked how she knew français so well…

"I am France, also known Francis, but you may call me Onii-san if you'd like. And I think the better question is who are you?"

"I'm California, Kira, and what were you saying about America keeping secrets?"

"Ah! Mon Dieu! I didn't know there were states! What about his glasses?"

Wait, you didn't know about the states?

There you go, interrupting again, but sadly, non, je ne sais pas.

Wow.

Anyways

"His glasses represent the Republican Party, which is what most of Texas is."

"Mm. And yours?"

"Non-affiliate."

Non-affiliate?

I see this will be a reoccurring thing.

What does it mean?

To not be a part of.

Like Switzerland?

Not quite, mon ami. She still participates in war, but she is very open with her political parties, religion, culture, etc.

So she's like you.

Oui.

So you were saying?

Ah, yes…

"And how is it you know my language?"

"It's my people. It's so mixed here that their languages come better than the national one."

"And so we talked until she had to go home. Her house is quite beautiful, by the way."

"You still didn't tell me what she looks like."

"Tiens, tiens! Impatient are we? Elle est petite et les cheveux est corts et brune. Elle a les yeux est-"

"In a language I know a little better."

"She is short, about 164 cm. Her hair is short, also, and brown. And her eyes are… indescribable. They change so many times because of all different backgrounds in her past. C'est hypnotiser."

"Her eyes change color?"

"Oui."

So how was it? Please tell me! And I'm taking suggestions for whatever you want written. If you need translations I'm happy to provide them.